Other people see the
Silhouettes under paper stars
But they don't see the colors
They don't see who we are
We feel the cold
The shivers
The joy
The pain
We hear the laughter
The jokes
We look at each other and see
The colors
The gleams in the eyes
But everyone looks at us
And just sees silhouettes
Under the paper stars
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoetryJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
